““One thousand!” “Fifteen hundred!” “They want you,” purred Lady Pink. She stepped past Claire and snapped the whip. “Fifteen hundred? Is that all you will pay for this goddess to be yours?” “Fifteen thousand.” Claire almost swallowed her tongue. Due to the bright stage lights, she couldn’t really see individual faces. The deep voice of the male bidder seemed to be further back in the room. “Sixteen thousand,” said another male voice, this one had gruff, English accent. “...Twenty thousand,” came the counter-offer. “Twenty-one thousand.” “Fifty-thousand!” roared the first man. “Going once, going twice … sold!” yelled Lady Pink. “Come to the stage, Master, and claim what is yours!” She smiled broadly at Claire.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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